First of all, I didn't listen to our phone messages all week. Those of you that have called and left messages, I apologize profusely. The best way to reach me is via my cell phone, which I have had surgically implanted in my hand.
Secondly, today I am driving to a town a bit further south later this evening and meeting a woman face to face for the first time. She is the sister of the man who murdered my friend.
I had trouble sleeping last night, and my subconscious floated some very odd dreams my way when I did manage to fall into REM. Consequently I am tired and not just a little bit aprehensive.
She found me yesterday online on Instant Messenger. I'm not quite sure how that happened, but we talked for about forty minutes via the computer. She seems to be a nice person, who has suffered much at the hands of a twisted sibling. Their family has been through an incredible ordeal. I feel for them. I do.
I fear she will try to talk me out of writing my book.